The Grand Hall of the GrimclawCastlee was filled with the chatter of the noble and high-ranking soldiers.
At the head of the room was Lysandra, sitting on her throne, Leona on her lap, playing with her mummy's hair. On her left sat the future king, Throk Grimclaw, bouncing in excitement.
"Mummy... Mummy, Isisaddy coming?" Leona asked, excitedly, tugging at her mother's sleeve.
Lysandra smiled softly, brushing her hair, "Yes, my love. Daddy will come and will shower you with love."
Throk leaned slightly toward them, whispering, "She got more energy than Uncle Groth."
Leona pouted cutely toward him, "Uncle, I am not loud!"
Throk chucked low in his throat.
From the audience, Eline watched the throne, her eyes lingering on Throk. Ivy nudged her gently.
"You're staring at him again," Ivy said, teasing her.
Eline flinched. "I-I'm not! I'm just… watching him… sit there…"
Ivy giggled quietly, "Uh-huh. Sure."
